Don't be stupid, find out who you fuckin' wit son
'Fore we find out where ya bitch gets her hair and nails done
It's elementary, life is but a dream
You know row, row ya boat, your blood forms a stream

After you get hit, you shoulda thought about the shit
You took that paper, you take a life or ya life get took bitch
Sometimes, I sit and look at life from a different angle
Don't know if I'm God's child or I'm Satan's angel

All through the hood, I keep hearin' niggas sayin'
I'm supposed to die tonight
Niggas come put a hit out and they talkin' like the shit okay
I'm down to ride tonight

In 2002, if you asked me to make a wish
I simply woulda wished that my music would be a hit
Big said, damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper
And pray for my downfall, I understand it all

But me, I'm a little more flashy a nigga
So chances are, I'ma have to blast me a nigga
I'm on that keflon vest shit, that wild wild west shit
And eighty one 1 carrot stones in my necklace

I shine so hard, I make mothafuckas wanna kill me
Every projects and every hood I go, they feel me
Know it sounds like rap but this shit is real B
I don't talk that rich shit but nigga I'm filthy

When I come out to play, had my mom been with me
You could bet your bottom dollar that revolver with me
Homeboy, frontin' on me will shorten your life span
Hold the mic with my left, the knife in my right hand

All through the hood, I keep hearin' niggas sayin'
I'm supposed to die tonight
Niggas come put a hit out and they talkin' like the shit okay
I'm down to ride tonight